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The waiter’s ears perked up and rotated to the right, “Oh waiter,” the all too familiar voice repeated. The waiters tail bristled and shook, thumping on the tree branch. “Damn it!” said the waiter as he ran down the tree and towards the annoying voice.
“You again,” the squirrel in a blue waiters uniform and a shiny name badge with the name “Mr. Bushy” engraved in gold sighed. “What’s wrong with me?” Exclaimed Dave.
“Listen, I’m a squirrel, repeat after me a S Q U I R R E L. I don’t serve alcohol and I spend most of my time gathering nuts, getting laid and avoiding assholes like you.
Dave opened his mouth, “don’t start,” the squirrel cut him off. “Can’t you dream about some nice beavers? I don’t mean the beavers with flat tails that build dams either.”
“I’d like to, but I never seem to have fun dreams like that.” Dave explained.
“And another thing… Why are you naked?” The squirrel asked.
“I’m usually naked in my dreams…”
“Sick,” said the now disgusted squirrel, “listen, just dream about something else… Maybe a Bear? Maybe he’ll get mad and eat you, that’ll take care of your problems…”
“You again,” the squirrel in a blue waiters uniform and a shiny name badge with the name “Mr. Bushy” engraved in gold sighed. “What’s wrong with me?” Exclaimed Dave.
“Listen, I’m a squirrel, repeat after me a S Q U I R R E L. I don’t serve alcohol and I spend most of my time gathering nuts, getting laid and avoiding assholes like you.
Dave opened his mouth, “don’t start,” the squirrel cut him off. “Can’t you dream about some nice beavers? I don’t mean the beavers with flat tails that build dams either.”
“I’d like to, but I never seem to have fun dreams like that.” Dave explained.
“And another thing… Why are you naked?” The squirrel asked.
“I’m usually naked in my dreams…”
“Sick,” said the now disgusted squirrel, “listen, just dream about something else… Maybe a Bear? Maybe he’ll get mad and eat you, that’ll take care of your problems…”
